Return of the Potteroops
by Merlin Fisher
Summary: The famed Potteroops are BACK!  And better than ever. More fluff than the offspring of a dustbunny and a candyfloss!  More crack than a box of Colombian powdered sugar!  Now make sure to review, otherwise you don't get more...  Enjoy.  Updates are coming.
1. Tuned Out

_author's note: As before, I own nothing. I invoke my right to not incriminate myself. You can't prove a thing, I tell you! The following Harry Potter outtakes are not intended to represent the actors in the Harry Potter movies or any other real persons._

_If you like these, please be sure to read and review my original "Potteroops" series. And ... **action!**_

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"I've never seen spiders behaving like that," said Hermione.

"No, nor have I – have you, Ron? Ron?"

Ron was standing well back from the spiders and bobbing his head rhythmically, his eyes blissfully closed.

"Ron? Rooooonnie..." said Hermione, waving her hand in front of Ron's freckled face. Ron didn't respond. His eyes were still closed. She nudged him, but he ignored her. He seemed to be humming a tune.

Hermione started to walk in a circle around Ron, examining him closely. After a moment, she pointed her wand at him and said: _"Accio!"_ With a pop like a cork, two small white objects zoomed out of Ron's ears, right into her hand. Ron's eyes opened and he looked at her reproachfully.

"Ron! Pay attention, you just missed your line!" she scolded.

"Aww ... give those back!"

"What are they?" asked Hermione, frowning.

"Some prototype Fred and George dreamed up. Musical earplugs. They got the idea from a Muggle toy." Ron made a grab for the earplugs, but Hermione passed them to Harry.

Harry held one up to his ear. He could hear, faint and tinny, the voices of the Weird Sisters issuing from it.

"Those're mine, mate," said Ron, holding out his hand for them.

"Not any more. _Accio!" _said a voice from offscreen. The earplugs zoomed straight to McGonagall. "You can have these back ... _after_ work."

She stuck them in her own ears, and Ron's mouth opened, about to say something, but McGonagall cheerfully called out, "Try it again, take two!" as she leaned back in her chair and enjoyed the music herself. Ron had no choice but to get back to the spiders.


	2. Fanservice

"Where's Sirius and Remus? It's time for the meeting," said Molly Weasley.

"They're upstairs, I think they were in Sirius's room having a chat," said Harry. "I'll go get them." He went upstairs, followed by Ron and Hermione.

"Sirius?" Harry knocked gently on the door. "Remus? You guys in there? It's time for the Order meeting..."

No response. There were low voices talking inside, but they couldn't make anything out through the door. Ron offered Harry an Extendable Ear, and passed another to Hermione. They listened.

"Let's give it another try, Moony ... you step up to her just like this, and you put your hands _here_ and _here_, and then you _sweep_ ..."

Ron shouldered Harry aside and threw open the door, revealing Sirius in Lupin's arms, both of them locked in a passionate kiss.

Lupin dropped Sirius on the floor with a heavy thud. "Oww!" complained Sirius. Then he noticed the three in the doorway, gawking. "What?!" he snapped. "We were bloody _practicing!_"

Ron started to say something, but nothing came out.

"It's not what it looks like, I assure you," said Lupin, hastily. "Sirius was just giving me a few tips ..." Sirius nodded emphatically.

"Exactly. Just practicing a little technique. By the way, if one of you breathes a single word about this – _especially _to Snape – then we'll kill you in the most horrible way you can imagine. Remember, it's my house and there's still plenty of nasty traps around that I haven't got rid of yet. So don't even think about it."

"Wouldn't dream of it," Harry assured them, trying not to laugh.

Hermione said brightly, "What about Tonks? Shall we tell her?" Then she had to duck, squealing, as Lupin seized a book lying open on Sirius's bed and chucked it at her. Ron, noticing the book title, quickly scooped it up and hid it in his jacket.


	3. Wicced Witches

Harry climbed up the ladder to the Divination tower, pulling himself up and into the classroom. "Professor? I'm here to take my exam now ..."

There was Professor Trelawney, but there was also a ring of girls standing in a circle around her, including Lavender Brown, Parvati Patil and about ten others. All of them were dressed in loose white robes and standing around a low table, on which rested a goblet, a large knife, and a plate with a five-pointed star inscribed on it.

"Ah, excellent," said Trelawney, in her mistiest voice. "Now we can complete the ritual. You, Harry, will play the horned god, and Miss Patil will be the goddess ..."

The girls advanced on Harry, who backed away, not sure he liked their slightly predatory looks. "Er," he said.

They came closer and closer. They reached out for him. Finally Harry dived for the ladder and dropped down thirty feet to the floor below, landing with a hard thump.

"Well?" said Ron. "How'd the exam go, mate?"

Harry glanced up at the ladder, then back at Ron, catching his breath. "I ... didn't take the test yet," he said. "Um, Trelawney sent me back. She, um, said she wanted you to go first."


	4. Cosmetic Addition

There was a crash, as Tonks knocked over the troll-leg umbrella stand. Everyone braced themselves for the screeches of "MUDBLOODS, FILTH, HOW DARE YOU BESMIRCH THE HOUSE OF MY FATHERS," but instead they heard ... silence.

Sirius came jogging down the stairs. "What's going on? What happened to ..." He pulled aside the curtains over the portrait of the deceased Mrs. Black. She was keeping suspiciously quiet.

There was nobody in the portrait frame. Sirius tapped the canvas. "Mother? You missed your cue."

"Go away!" squeaked a voice. It did not sound like Mrs. Black at all.

Sirius gave the portrait a shake. "You need to come out and do your annoying shouting bit now. Get a move on, we haven't got all day."

Mrs. Black's head slowly peeked into view from one side of the picture. Somebody had drawn a mustache on her face.

Sirius dropped the curtain and turned to the others. "All right, which one of you smart arses did this to Mum?"

Mrs. Weasley blushed slightly. Tonks exchanged looks with Ginny. Hermione shrugged. And Mad-Eye Moody just smirked, which looked very odd on a face like his.

"Right, where's that bottle of Mrs. Skower's Magical Mess Remover ... Kreacher, get over here and clean this up, will you!"


	5. He Takes His Extra Dark

"NOOOO! You have not seen the last of me, Harry Potter! Vengeance will be _MINE!_ Do you hear me?! By all the infernal hells, _you will pay for this!!_" Voldemort put his face right into the camera and bellowed, making the most extravagant grimaces and screaming with all his might.

"Cut!" called Professor McGonagall, but Voldemort continued to rant obsessively.

_"One day, when you feel you are safe ... I will hunt you down, and I will never rest until you ..."_

She sighed, and said loudly over Voldemort's tirade: "You can turn the camera off, Dennis."

Dennis Creevey obediently switched off the camera and backed away, looking a little alarmed, but Voldemort would not shut up. _"I will make you beg for death, I will destroy all your friends and any relatives I passed over, the Cruciatus Curse will seem like a Tickling Charm in comparison to ..."_

"Somebody gave him coffee again, didn't they ... Severus, was that you?"

"Don't blame me, Minerva," said Snape, without taking his eyes off Voldemort. He was sitting with his arms crossed and his dark cloak wrapped around him, looking like a large bat with its wings folded. "The Dark Lord can have any beverage he wants."

Voldemort was still making dramatic villain gestures and shouting threats at the shut-off camera. He seemed completely oblivious to the fact that it wasn't running any more and no one was paying him the slightest attention. McGonagall shook her head despairingly and gave up.


	6. Keep to the Code

Everyone was watching the sky for the Durmstrang carriage, but then the lake began to bubble and splash. A three-masted sailing ship started to rise out of it ... but something was wrong. The ship was wrapped in three or four enormous tentacles, and it seemed to be struggling to surface.

The water churned, the ship rocked violently and huge waves crashed on the shore, splashing the students nearest the water's edge. Finally, with a tremendous crack, the ship splintered and sank. Several Durmstrang students, clinging desperately to the rigging, dropped back into the water with screams.

Dumbledore said, "Bother! Didn't anybody remember to feed the giant squid this month?"

"I thought it was Professor Sprout's turn," said Hagrid. "It was not, it was Filius' turn!" said Sprout indignantly. "Not my fault, I was ill! Argus said he'd do it!" squeaked Flitwick. Filch himself was, conveniently, nowhere to be seen.

"Isn't anybody going to rescue the Durmstrang students?" said Madam Hooch, her eyes on the water. "Or Professor Karkaroff?"

"No," said McGonagall and Snape at the same time.


	7. Colorful Dialogue

"Purple? You pathetic little chipmunk, is that the best you can come up with? You want to escort me into Hogwarts hidden underneath a _purple turban?!"_ Voldemort glared fiercely at his servant. That was about all he could do, since he hadn't got a body at the moment.

"Not my fault!" pleaded Quirrell. "I don't know how it happened! I tried to change it back, believe me, master, but the color is set fast! It won't come out!"

"Fool," snarled Lord Voldemort. "Why must I be surrounded by idiots ... I will make them all pay, when you get me that Stone."

"Yes, master."

"The purple turban will have to do for now. As a matter of fact, perhaps the color will help to allay suspicion. And," Voldemort added, "perhaps it is fitting ... purple is, after all, the color of royalty."

"Y-yes, master," said Quirrell. He found it best to agree with everything Voldemort said, just in case.

"You will tell them all that you got the turban from an African prince as a thank-you for getting rid of a troublesome zombie."

"Yes, master ..."

"As a matter of fact, it won't be entirely untrue." Voldemort smiled. He had a very creepy smile.

Quirrell left the room with Voldemort's spirit. He was pale and looked miserable.

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Fred and George crawled out from under the table. Fred was holding a large black bottle and George carried the Marauder's Map.

"Think we should give Professor Snape his essence of violets back?"

"Nah. Better chuck it in the lake, just to be on the safe side."

"Wait, I've got a better idea. Shame to let the stuff go to waste, don't you think? Let's dye some of McGonagall's underthings with what's left."

"Are you _nuts?_ She'd kill us! You remember the last time we tried to break into her quarters, it wasn't pretty."

"Maybe you're right ... Let's do Filch's socks instead."

"Agreed. You know, I've been thinking, Dedalus Diggle's top hat needs a bit of color added..."

"Could be, could be. You reckon there's enough in there to do Dumbledore's handkerchiefs, too? He likes purple."

"Fair enough. Let's do all four."

"Ah, my dear brother, I love it when you talk dangerous..."

"C'mon, the coast is clear, let's roll."


	8. A Powerful Restorative

"Harry! I've been wanting a word – you don't mind if he's a couple of minutes late, do you, Professor Sprout?"

Judging by Professor Sprout's scowl, she did mind, but Lockhart said, "That's the ticket," and closed the door in her face.

"Harry, Harry, Harry ..." said Lockhart, "See here, young man, you can't start _flying cars_ to try and get yourself noticed. Plenty of time for all that when you're older ... all that business with He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, I know, it's not _quite_ as good as winning _Witch Weekly_'s Most-Charming-Smile award five times in a row, but it's a _start_, Harry, it's a _start."_

He gave Harry a hearty wink and was about to stride off when the greenhouse door opened. Professor Sprout stood there, wearing a large pair of pink fluffy earmuffs and holding a potted plant. "Harry, get inside," she said. Harry obeyed. Then she called out, "Gilderoy, come here a moment. I've got a present for you."

She held up a tufty little plant of a purplish green color. It was in a small, plain earthenware pot.

Lockhart accepted it with a broad grin. "Why, Pomona, this is unexpected! Thank you very much!"

Sprout smiled at him. "It's going to need repotting soon, but I'm sure you'll have no trouble with that little task."

She disappeared back inside the greenhouse and slammed the door shut. A few moments later, a shrill scream echoed across the grounds, and several students winced as it made their heads hurt. Sprout looked very cheerful indeed as she told her class, "We'll be repotting Mandrakes today."


	9. Birds of a Feather

_author's note: All right, I admit it! I wrote a non-canon pairing! (-sobs in shame-) I could not help myself, the temptation was just too strong!  
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_Still, I'm willing to bet you've never seen THIS exact couple before ..._

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As Harry entered the Owlery to send a letter, he looked round for Hedwig. A white snowy owl shouldn't have been difficult to spot among the flocks of brown birds, but he couldn't see her anywhere ...

Wait. There she was, in one of the nesting boxes. Harry peered inside. "Hedwig? You asleep?"

Hedwig didn't budge, but she opened her eyes and hooted softly.

"Come on, Hedwig, I need to send a note to Sirius." Hedwig nipped at his hand as he reached out to pick her up.

"Ow! What's got into you all of a sudden?" He poked at her again, withdrawing his hand quickly as she just missed biting him a second time.

Hedwig got up, flapping her wings in a way that clearly said they should go away and stop bothering her.

There were several large white eggs in the nest.

"Oooh," said Hermione, looking over Harry's shoulder. "Hedwig's going to be a mother soon!"

"Or she already is," put in Ron, getting a look for himself. Hedwig quickly settled over the eggs again, keeping them warm. "Wonder when they're going to hatch?"

Harry sighed and chose another owl for his letter. "Dunno, but I hope they hatch soon. I need her back. I'd wondered where she was getting off to, I haven't seen her in a week. She must've been here all this time."

"Wait a second," said Hermione. She pulled her dragon-hide gloves from her school bag, put them on and picked up Hedwig, ignoring the owl's squawks and struggles. "Look at those eggs. There's something funny about them."

The eggs were oval and smooth, just like eggs ought to be, but they had tiny scarlet and gold speckles on them.

The boys looked at one another. "You don't think ..."

Hermione released the owl, and she settled herself on the nest once more, hooting indignantly. "We'd better leave her alone," said Ron, and they withdrew.

As they left, Harry noticed a bright crimson feather drifting about on the floor.


	10. Anatomy Lessons

"What would your head have been doing in Hogsmeade, Potter?" said Snape softly. "Your head is not allowed in Hogsmeade. No part of your body has permission to be in Hogsmeade."

Harry couldn't stop himself. He hoped McGonagall would save him from the consequences of giving Snape a smart answer. The most fatal ones, at least.

"What about my –"

"No. Not allowed. Unless," Snape added, a bit wistfully, "that bit were forcibly detached from the rest of you. Then I would not mind at all."

Ron burst out laughing from off camera, causing Harry to lose what was left of his own composure. Professor McGonagall called out, "All right, that's enough. Cut! Save the tape, we're going to have to edit that part."

"Can't we just shoot it again?" said Lupin.

"Don't think so. Harry's never going to be able to say his lines with a straight face. Look at those two ..."

Harry and Ron were still laughing like mad, and looked as though they might continue for some while. McGonagall sighed. "Teenage boys."

"Tsk, tsk," agreed Hermione, sitting nearby.


	11. Wizard Stuff

The three of them stayed up talking until dawn. They went to bed exhausted, their throats sore. But the night's surprises weren't over.

When Harry, Hermione and Ron returned to Gryffindor Tower, they discovered Seamus, Neville, and Dean sleeping in armchairs near the fire. Hermione went up to her own room, unconcerned, but Harry and Ron soon saw why the other first-year boys were spending the night in the common room.

It was pandemonium in their bedroom! There were dozens of house-elves jumping on their four-poster beds, drinking butterbeer and throwing things at one another. They were also singing, very loudly and badly. Several were missing the Hogwarts tea towels they were usually dressed in.

Harry and Ron stared. Then they had to duck, as a pillow flew their way. A second one soon followed it, and they snatched them and went down to the common room to join the others.

"What was that song they were singing?" asked Harry, as they came down the stairs. "I didn't understand that bit about the hedgehog and the wand ..."

"Oh, that," said Ron. "You don't want to know."

"No, really, I do." Was this one of those wizard things? Harry was curious.

Ron's ears turned red. He looked furtively round the common room, at the other boys who were fast asleep (Seamus and Neville were snoring), then he whispered something in Harry's ear. Harry's green eyes got very round.

"Don't tell my mum I told you," added Ron. "You should've seen what she did to Fred and George when she caught _them_ singing it." He plopped his pillow on a squashy chair, pulled up a rug to cover himself, and curled up to sleep.

Harry remained awake for some time, mulling things over.


	12. Settling the Scores

_author's note: Up till now I've tried to avoid blatantly obvious crossover nonsense, but these Potteroops things just keep getting weirder. Oh well. I'd be terribly embarassed at my insanity and too many inside jokes, but fortunately I write under a pseudonym.  
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"What the _hell_ is this?!"

"What's what?"

"These notices on the wall!"

"Dunno, let me see ..."

"Budge up, you're blocking my view!"

"Ahahahahah! That's great! Where's Fred and George? I've got to get tickets to that if it's the last thing I do..."

"Tickets? To what?"

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**The Guild of Brooding Men in Black would like to announce:**

**_A Duel Between Severus Snape and Anakin Skywalker_**

**Winner Will Battle Against Prince Hamlet The Younger of Denmark**

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**Minerva McGonagall and Dolores Umbridge Fight It Out _... In A Steel Cage Of Doom!!_ Who Will Emerge The Victor??**

_(now offering 55:1 odds against Umbridge)_

**Winner Will Battle The Record-Holding Title Defender, Mary Poppins**

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**Tickets To The Mary Sue Mud-Wrestling Match are ****SOLD OUT! (Please contact the Weasley brothers to purchase scattered singles)**

**Attendants Are Reminded That Flash Photography Is Not Permitted. All Potentially Dangerous Items and Missiles Will Be Confiscated At The Entrance. **

**However, Catcalling Is Encouraged _(Please see Luna Lovegood for a pamphlet with suggestions)_**

_We are not responsible for damage to you, your possessions or your clothing, especially if you are seated in the first three rows._

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"Is this for real?"

"No way. Couldn't be. But it's brilliant."

"Are you sure? That's a shame..."

" ... Just what, may I ask, is going on in here?"

"Uh – n- nothing, Professor—"

"Professor Snape, sir! Are you really a member of this Guild For Brooding—"

"Who put this _thing_ up on the wall? I demand to know, right now. Tell the truth, or it's detention for all of you."

"Uh ... we're not sure, sir--"

"It wasn't us, sir, please don't take points off our House! We were just walking by and happened to see it, honest –"

"I think it must've been the Weasley brothers, sir. Look, it says –"

"_Conflagrate!_ There, no more notice."

"Ow! _Aguamenti!_ Sir, you nearly set my sleeve on fire—"

"All of you get out of my sight this instant. And do not ever mention that notice again."

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"Good evening, Minerva."

"Good evening, headmaster."

"You look preoccupied about something."

"Just thinking is all."

"What about?"

"Oh, you know... busy day tomorrow, and all that."

"Really? Tomorrow is Saturday."

"Well, lots of homework to grade, Albus. You know how it is."

"Of course ... Minerva, I wanted to ask you something."

"Yes, sir?"

"Rumors have reached me of a curious event ... an upcoming, shall we say, discussion of differences between you and Dolores Umbridge?"

"Is that right?"

"Involving a 'Steel Cage Of Doom,' I heard."

"Really. What a ridiculous notion."

"Hmm."

"... er, where did you say you heard that?"

"Oh, here and there. At dinner, in fact. Several of the students were talking about it. They seemed quite excited."

"Probably the Weasley twins again, stirring things up. I shall have to have a word with them."

"Wait a moment, don't go. You dropped something. Here it is."

"Thank you."

"Quite a fine example of craftsmanship, that. I'm sure it will come in handy."

"It ... isn't mine, sir. It belongs to, ah, Professor Binns."

"Indeed? I had no idea he was interested in collecting weapons."

"Yes. He, ahem, asked me to pick it up and move it for him, since he has difficulty handling physical objects these days."

"Oh, yes, I see. Naturally. Well, goodnight then."

"Just a moment, Professor, you dropped something too ... this piece of paper is yours?"

"Ah! Quite. So it is."

"Been doing some Arithmancy lately?"

"Something like that ..."

"A list of students, with little numbers next to their names? Some teachers on here, too, I notice."

"Indeed."

"... I see. Well, goodnight then, Albus."

"Goodnight to you, too. Oh, and Minerva?"

"Yes?"

"Good luck on your, hmm, busy day tomorrow."

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**Headlining Will Be Gandalf the White, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Dallben the Enchanter, And Our Very Own _Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore!!!!_**

_(sorry, Brom the Storyteller has been disqualified.)_

**Packages Starting At Just 5 Galleons Each! See the Weasley Brothers Right Away For Tickets!**


	13. Coffee Assassin

Voldemort raised his wand and prepared to scream, _"Avada Kedavra!"_ but he never got the words out. Instead, his red eyes rolled up and he keeled over backward.

Harry blinked. He hadn't cast the Disarming hex yet. He looked at his wand, a little puzzled, but it hadn't done anything.

"Oh, **beeeep ... **_Cut!"_ shouted McGonagall. "Poppy, get over here quickly! He's fainted again!"

Madam Pomfrey hurried over and checked Voldemort's pulse. "Tachycardia," she muttered. "Looks like he's hyperventilated too... I _told_ you he wasn't to have anything with caffeine in it." She fanned the unconscious Dark Lord, clucking _tsk-tsk _as she worked.

Professor McGonagall glared at Snape. "Severus! I warned you! Don't you remember what happened last month? At this rate he's going to drop dead soon!"

Snape looked unperturbed. "And why, exactly, would that be a problem?"

"Because we need him to finish the book first," said Dumbledore, in the tone of one explaining a thing for the one hundred and fifty-ninth time. "Really, Severus, you should have known better. Please stop trying to sabotage the plot, will you? You'll get your moment in the sun eventually."

"No, I won't," muttered Snape. "That's the problem with this entire blasted series, the only positive light I get is in the fanfics, and most of those are pretty awful..." But he subsided at a look from Dumbledore.

"All right, all right," he said, unwillingly. "It won't happen again. No more chemical stimulants for the Dark Lord."

"Thank you," said Dumbledore.


	14. You Do The Math

"You little **beep,** I'll **beep** your **beep** and..."

"As if you could, you pathetic **beep..."**

"Hey, for the record, she kissed me first –"

"Yes, and if you _ever_ try that again –"

McGonagall yelled, "_All four of you be quiet and sit down this instant! _Or it's fifty points off _all_ your houses and detention for a month!"

Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy sat, looking at each other with various combinations of fury, hatred, and cordial dislike. Had any of them mastered silent spellcasting, the air would have sizzled.

"Right, then," said the long-suffering Professor McGonagall. "We will finish this story with decorum, and we will do it in line with the plot, if it is the last thing I ever do." From her tone, it sounded as though it very well might be.

She took a deep breath and pointed her finger at each of them in turn.

"_You_ can just learn how to get along with other people here, regardless of how they're behaving. _You _are supposed to be a professional and I'll thank you to remember it. _You_ stop hating her ... and _you_ stop dating her!"


	15. Speculative Fiction

"Hey, Harry," said Ron, as they paid the campground owner for their space after the World Cup. "Did you get any new Chocolate Frog cards?"

"Yeah, I got a couple. I think this one Seamus swapped me might be new, I hadn't seen it before. Want to look?" Harry dug it out of his pocket and handed it to Ron.

"Careful," said Hermione in a low voice. "Don't let anybody see it."

But she was too late. The campground owner's two Muggle children wandered into the room, and saw the tiny moving image on the card. They stared.

"Wow," said one of the Muggles. "Where'd you get that?"

"Uh ..." said Ron. He looked hopelessly at Harry and Hermione.

"It was a birthday present," Hermione interjected smoothly. "Nice, isn't it?"

"Can I have a look?" inquired the Muggle girl.

"No," began Ron, but Hermione took the card and held it out.

"Just be careful not to break it, please," she said. "They're kind of expensive."

"Oooh," said the girl, inspecting it from every angle. "Amazing. How does it work? Is it some kind of computer?"

Hermione shrugged, as casually as possible. "I don't know. But it's pretty, isn't it?"

"Yeah." The girl handed it back. "Well, see you later." She darted off out a side door, and the boy quickly followed. The campground owner waved them off with a vague "Merry Christmas," still disoriented from the Memory Charms.

Once they were safely outside, Ron turned to Hermione. "You shouldn't have let them see that!" he hissed. "You're the one who's always going on about rules – don't you know about the Statute of Secrecy?"

"Sometimes letting a person get a look is better than trying to hide things," said Hermione. "Most people aren't really sharp, so all you have to do is satisfy their immediate curiosity and that's that."

"Why did she think it was a ... whatsit? Confunder?"

"Computer," Harry corrected.

"Whatever. I mean, what's wrong with these Muggles? They can't even tell magic when they see it? I don't get it."

"Simple," said Hermione. "Any sufficiently complex magic is indistinguishable from technology." 

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_Author's Note: RIP, Sir Arthur C. Clarke. 1917-2008._


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